Generally speaking, excellent compositions often have ingenious ideas and fascinating plots. On the premise of "understanding", "fluency" and "completeness" throughout, add a few "wonderful".
Rainbow, rain ...
Rain, slapping my cheek at random, blends with my tears and flows into my mouth, whether salty or bitter. ...
I came to school early that day. When I returned to the classroom, I found that she hadn't arrived yet. She and I are deskmates and good friends for many years. I found her diary open and flat on the table. Out of kindness, I put her diary back in the drawer. Unfortunately, just then, she came in and found me holding her diary, so she walked in quickly and pointed at me and said, "thief, you peeked at someone else's diary." I really don't know how to write the word' shame'! " After listening to her words, my nose was sour and two tears came out of my eyes. I cried and said loudly, "No, really not. I just put it back in your drawer from the table! " "
"You needless to say, I knew you were such a person! Will you be so kind to help me? "
"This is true, please believe me! I help you because we are classmates and good friends! "
At this time, she also began to cry and said to me, "I don't have a friend like you!" " "Say that finish, she cried and ran out holding the diary.
My broken heart keeps bleeding. I feel sadder than ever. I feel that people around me are calling me a thief, saying and laughing at me all the time. I feel light, as if I don't belong to this world.
"No, I'm not a thief!" I shouted, covering my ears hard, not wanting to hear those voices again. Finally, I rushed out of the classroom and rushed into the endless rain. Tears Welling ...
Cold raindrops, like memories, beat my heart desperately.
That year, I just turned seven and my parents sent me to school. She is in my class. After class, I was the only one sitting in my seat, watching others chatting with their good friends. It's really not delicious in my room. I cried quietly in my seat. She may have heard my crying and walked to my seat and said, "Are you lonely? Come on, don't cry, shall we be good friends? " After listening to this, I was slightly surprised, but I didn't react. I looked at her doubtfully.
"Let's be friends, shall we?" She repeated it firmly again. Her words shone into my heart like morning light, which made me feel warm. I immediately dried my tears, smiled at her and nodded in agreement. She held out her little finger and said to me, "Come on, let's pull the hook!" " "
"The fish on the hook will not be changed for a hundred years!" Then, there was a hearty laugh in the classroom. Since then, there have been a pair of inseparable good friends on campus.
I remember that time in physical education class, I accidentally fell down and my classmates laughed at me. I really want to dig a hole in the ground and get in. It was she who helped me up and kindly said to me, "Are you all right? ..... "From that moment on, I decided that she was my best friend in my life!
I beat my head with my hands in despair, not wanting to let these memories linger in my mind ... I ran wildly on the playground. Suddenly, I found her sitting on a bench under a banyan tree crying. A powerful force let me walk past. I sat next to her and whispered to her, "Qing, please believe me, I really didn't peek at your diary." Is this the end of years of friendship? Do you really not trust me? Is such friendship still called friendship? "She looked at me for a long time after listening to my words. Suddenly, she hugged me and cried. We hugged and cried for a long time. After a while, she dried her tears and said to me, "Xinyu, I'm sorry, I was wrong about you." "Is it us ... or ... future friends?"
I grabbed her hand hard and said firmly, "Yes, it must be, in this life!" " "After hearing my words, she smiled, so pure and lovely. I followed her with a silly smile and said to her, "Let's go home!" " "well. "
Holding hands, we sang the song Auld Lang Syne and walked slowly to the classroom. ...
At this time, the rain has stopped, and there is a rainbow shining in the sky. ...
Composition questions:
Where you hold hands, life is full of vitality; Where you hold hands, successfully approach you; Where we hold hands, life is sweeter. ...
Please write a narrative on the topic of "holding hands". You should choose your own angle and make up your own mind, no less than 800 words.
(2) junior high school composition, the story of growing up is 600 to 700 words, in the order of things! Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! Online, etc
My growth story, with ups and downs, is a colorful and happy world. It is these ups and downs that I have experienced that keep me growing.
When I was six years old, I was a disobedient and naughty child. But my academic performance has been excellent and stable.
Once, the math exam results came out, and many students were happy for their good results. I'm the only one moping. Due to my carelessness, I only got more than 70 points in the exam. This hit me hard and made me lose confidence in math. It's really hard for me to accept the fact that I did a good job but got such a score.
On the way home from school, I felt uneasy for fear that my family would scold me. After a long time, I pushed open the door and went in. There is no one at home, and there is a note on the table, which means let me eat it myself. I should have taken a nap after dinner, but I was still uneasy about the score of 70 points. Looking at this test paper, I felt particularly uncomfortable and almost shed tears.
At twelve o'clock noon, my mother came back from work and found me awake with a piece of paper in her hand. She asked, "Son, why don't you go to bed?" ""I ... I ... "My voice is so low that I can't even hear myself." What happened? "My mother came with a gentle voice. I followed her footsteps and gave her the test paper. Mother picked up the test paper and read it twice. She read almost everything, but didn't read the score. At this moment, she was silent. After a while, she said to herself, "That's why my son is so nervous!" " She added: "He really shouldn't. What he should do is to correct his mistakes and try to get good grades in the next exam! "
After listening to my mother's words, I lost more than half of my confidence and was instantly recovered. I thought to myself, "Yes, I shouldn't be here. I should make a comeback!" " ! Correct all the mistakes in your study! This will improve every time and be more stable every time! "
So, I "run day and night", carefully review what the teacher taught that day every night, and then carefully preview the next day's class. The next morning, I was full of energy and listened carefully, convinced that my grades were good. I opened the book and read, "But you can broaden your horizons by going up one flight of stairs!" " "Every time these philosophical words give me the courage and confidence to overcome difficulties.
In the second math exam, I finally got good grades.
Through this incident, I understand that genius is composed of 99% sweat and 1% sensitivity. This is the real growth, both bitter and sweet ... it is because of hard practice that there will be perseverance to make sweetness last longer!
⑶ A 600-word growth story composition has a good beginning and ending.
In my memory, growing up is the corn stalk at jointing stage. Every time I experience an unforgettable thing, I grow up for a period of one year. Turning over the growth record, I couldn't help laughing when I learned to ride a bike at the age of six.
When I was six years old, I often saw my neighbor's sister riding a bicycle around the yard smartly. I was so envious that I begged my father to buy one for me. While the iron was hot, I began to practice learning to ride a bike.
A tall man like me is sure to do something extraordinary! I rode my bike with great pleasure. I didn't expect the handlebar to work at all, so I fell off a pier. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help. My father patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and be confident. So my father helped me hold the bike. I tried riding it several times and the effect was not bad.
"Practice by yourself, you can do it." Dad encouraged me.
"ah? Let me fall again? "
"If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn."
Throwing caution to the wind! I got on the bike trembling, and the handlebars kept shaking.
"Don't worry, hold on!"
After stopping for a while, the car finally stopped to dance yangko.
"Look here!" Dad picked up the camera.
(4) The whole story of the composition "My Growing Story"
The days are at your feet, and the voice of peace is at your feet. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Then one morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. Life in the new era has replaced memory, filled the gap in the heart, and made the ideal ready.
Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
How to write the beginning and end of the composition "The Story of Growing Up"
The days are at your feet, and the voice of peace is at your feet. Finally I grew up unconsciously. Later, on a sunny morning in the mirror, I saw a smile, a familiar and unfamiliar smile. Childhood images are very precious. In retrospect, they didn't appear in the fragile shiny glass cabinet. Life in the new era has replaced memory, filled the gap in the heart, and made the ideal ready.
Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
The composition "The Story of Growing Up" has a good beginning and end.
Start:
Growth, like a river with a long history, has caused waves in my life journey; Version of the growth, like a lush power tree, rings record my footprints. Ah, my growth, like a song, like a poem, like a dream, grows day by day, I'm changing, I'm harvesting, blooming and falling quietly.
Or:
"The clock ticks, and I know my life is flowing at that moment." As time goes by, we become more and more mature and smarter. Every fragment in life accumulates into our growth process. To taste what we have lost and what we are losing is to taste our life. The story that happened around us is the story of growing up in our life, and our life is full of sunshine.
Ending:
When I grow up, you are like a tree ring, recording the storms I have experienced; It is a calendar year after year, which tells my changes invisibly; Like a beating note, it plays a movement that touches my heartstrings; It is a river that jumps happily, flows happily and has no fear. The footprint of growing up, from the past to the present, is my best memory …
Or:
Childhood is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. These things are good memories for me. They are like a dozen seasonings, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. My growing process is also full of different "flavors", which makes me understand a lot of truth and gives me great enlightenment.
The beginning and end of a composition about growth.
Time inadvertently bounced off my fingers, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints. There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. You never know its true value until you taste it. This is the story of growing up.
Growth is a vibrant ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the growth melody. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team.
Growth is a process of color. Bright skirts floated away, and pink bows flew away. A school uniform, dignified color. Without the colorful covers of fairy tales, what I see is the seriousness of textbooks. A mountain of textbooks. -impetuous to calm, the beautiful colors of the past only decorate the dreams of youth.
Growing up is also a difficult journey. After the "sad subway", it is a winding mountain road, with a winding back and a vague front, full of thorns and flowers. Courageous pursuit, the road extends under your feet, and growth is the road.
There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning.
Stopping at every growth station, what kind of mood you look at a journey you have gone through marks how you have grown up. Childhood is beautiful, and today is also beautiful. So we all grow up with feelings, thoughts and no regrets. Since childhood, we have hidden everything in our hearts, only the ripples left in our hearts are clear layer by layer. ...
(8) Story composition with a growth of 600 words at the end of junior high school.
In the sky in my memory, there are many beautiful stars in the past, and each star records the story of my growth. Now I'll show you the brightest star.
That summer vacation, my mother took my cousin and me to Baiyangdian. On the third day, we went to the Grand View Garden by boat. When buying a boat ticket, you can't get a free ticket because your height is over 1 m. I need to buy a child ticket, but my mother doesn't have enough money. It's not easy to do it once. My mother stayed and let me go with my cousin. My mother is not at ease because we are children after all. The boat was about to leave, and it was too late for my second dad to send money. My mother said to me, "Cheng Cheng (my nickname), otherwise, you should go back to my second dad's house with my cousin first." I don't think I can go to the Grand View Garden when I go back to my second dad's house. I won't do this "losing money" business!
I thought about it and said, "Mom, I was squatting when I bought the ticket, so I don't have to buy the ticket?" Mom said, "This won't do." But my mother couldn't stand my indecision and said, "since you want to go so much, I will promise you, but this is the first time and the last time." I nodded in agreement.
I squatted when I bought the ticket, and the conductor said, "The child doesn't have to buy a ticket." Ha ha! I made it! When I was on the boat, I said to my mother, "I'm so smart!" " "Mom said," You kid ... "I quickly said," I know it's wrong to evade tickets! Mom? Salute! "Then I made a face and my mother was amused by me.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. I know it's wrong to evade tickets.
The story of growing up begins with a composition.
1, at the beginning: photos will turn yellow with the passage of time, letters will be separated with the steps of time, and only the family affection treasured in the heart will be like old wine, and the longer it is, the purer it will be. Conclusion: I firmly cherish these beautiful memories, which make me happy, make me no longer lonely, give me the motivation of life and the warmth of love. 2. Beginning: Childhood is colorful. If I want to describe an interesting childhood story, I will compare it to a flower, a fragrant flower; A box, a box with many secrets; Grape racks, grape racks full of countless grapes ... Let's enjoy fairy tales together! The end: When I was swimming in my childhood dream, I really wanted to pick that fragrant little flower by myself. Open a box full of secrets and take out a secret; Pick that lovely purple grape ... ah! Childhood anecdotes really make me memorable. 3, the beginning: the years of growth are like running water, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry. Unconsciously, we grew up. Around every child like me, there are joys and troubles that irrigate our growth. End: There are many stories of growing up, including joy and sadness; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning. 4, the beginning: from small to large, I am just a little girl who loves to rely on her parents and loves to play with her temper. When the bell of growing up rang loudly 10, I suddenly found that I had grown up! I also suddenly realized that it feels good to grow up! Growth is a mountain, which makes us exercise and hone in the process of climbing, making us stronger and braver; Growth is a river, which allows us to drift with the wind, through rapids and obstacles, through rock collisions, so we have defined our own direction and sailed to the other side of success; Growth is a sky, let us contact more people and things in a vast space ... End: Behind everyone's growth, there is a story of their own, which is written with smiles, tears, success and failure as music scores. 5, the beginning: there are many stories of growth, there are joys and sorrows; The years of growth are very long, and we need to feel it bit by bit. Time will not go back, seize every second of today and tie your hopes to the colorful clouds of tomorrow. Growth is a ribbon woven by hope, connecting memories and yearning. End: Growth is like this, there are laughter and crying, and there are joys and sorrows. In the years that passed by in a hurry, we lost too much. Every smile of victory, every cry of injustice, let us know a lot. In the days of gathering with friends, we learned patience. When we shed tears, we learned to get up. After achieving success, we learn to be modest ... 6. Beginning: Growth is a dynamic ballad. Go into the field, listen to the sound of jointing, go into the forest wilderness, and listen to all the sounds and sounds. Noisy, chasing and struggling, this is the melody of growth. Play a brilliant voice in the growing team. End: Several years have passed. In the process of our growth, happiness is like a candy can, which brings me endless sweetness ... 7. Beginning: I grew up unconsciously, and now I am a fourth-grade student. I have countless unforgettable things, but this one is the most unforgettable. At the end: "Modesty makes people progress, while pride makes people lag behind" has benefited me all my life and I will never forget it. 8. Beginning: Everyone's growth story is different: there are joy and pain, joy and sadness, thinking and exploration, pursuit and yearning, success and failure, but my growth story is mixed with a trace of helplessness. ...